Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Singapore and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Fear to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud. All the underground hits.
All Tears for Fears tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Velvet Underground record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Erasure record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hot Snakes,
Neu!,
Joe Smooth,
Jeru the Damaja,
F. McDonald,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
This Heat,
Khruangbin,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Japan,
Radiopuhelimet,
Amon Düül II,
the Slits,
Connie Case,
Pet Shop Boys,
Urselle,
John Foxx,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Vainqueur,
Alton Ellis,
Ash Ra Tempel,
L. Decosne,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
David Axelrod,
Aaron Thompson,
Bad Manners,
Zapp,
Oblivians,
Ronnie Foster,
The United States of America,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Nik Kershaw,
Cluster,
The Dirtbombs,
Half Japanese,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Gap Band,
Subhumans,
kango's stein massive,
The Dead C,
Jandek,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Stiv Bators,
The Divine Comedy,
Bill Near,
Rosa Yemen,
The Skatalites,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Monochrome Set,
Peter & Gordon,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Junior Murvin,
Metal Thangz,
John Coltrane,
The Stooges,
Delta 5,
The Seeds, The Seeds, The Seeds, The Seeds.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.